Ok, I was writing (very slowly) a post about my love for fall and all that....but it's gonna take a slight back seat to other things....
So, things here at my Place of Employment are not good. I have not been happy for awhile. Basically, I'm bored. I have used this boredom to my advantage because I am buried in penguin orders and can actually get some of them done during the day (my employers know I am bored...and they know I do this....and they are all like "more power to you" because they're bored too). And I have embraced the fact that I am not defined by my "day job" and more by what I do with my free time. But change is a-comin'....
We just found out that our budget is being cut IN HALF. Things are rough all over, folks, and heads are going to roll. We just don't know which heads. I'm not sure where I fall in the pecking order around here so I don't know how much danger I am in. But I think taking measures is a pretty safe bet. I've been looking for a way out....but it's always nicer to do it on YOUR time rather than someone else's. We've been told nothing will happen until January 1st (but when it comes to stuff like this, you hate to depend on trusting THAT statement). All the not-knowing is giving me quite the headache.
So I've started dusting off my resume and have realized that I don't know if any of the Resume Rules have changed. I guess I know what I'll be doing this weekend, huh? I just hate thinking that I am going to go to yet another "transitional job" once again (the job I work until I can figure out what I REALLY want to do). If I could make a living with my knitting and crocheting, I would do it in a heartbeat. But do you want to pay $40 for a little crocheted penguin? Yeah, probably not. So I'm stuck doing administrative work....not something I particularly love, but it's where my skills have fallen. I can tell you that being proficient in Microsoft Word does NOT get me out of bed excited in the morning! But in the economy we've got going right now, I'm really not going to be very picky. If you've got a job opening, I'll take it!
I'm hoping I feel more like posting about and celebrating fall soon. I think I'll feel better once my resume is ready to go and I can start sending it off (I always feel better when I'm *doing something* about my situation). I'm also going to be spending some time talking with the Big Guy upstairs....I'm working hard on that whole trusting/faith/listening/giving it up/not worrying thing. So far I'm failing miserably, but tomorrow's another day, right? I hear He's got oodles of patience...which I test on a pretty regular basis! Such a joy I am!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Here I Go Again
This past weekend I attended my 20-year high school reunion. I know what you're thinking.... "Stephanie, there is NO WAY you are old enough to have graduated 20 years ago!" Yeah...I know....I graduated when I was 10....
Anyway, I did not attend my 10-year because, well, I didn't really feel like being sized up at the time. That is what your 10-year is for. What big time job do you have, what elite university did you graduate from, what impossibly good looking person did you con into marrying you. You know. But your 20-year is different. Hopefully by now we are mostly past all the petty stuff. Or at least we are individually past the point where we care.
I was not a member of the popular crowd. I'm good with that. I was actually very lucky because, while I was not high on the social ladder, they didn't much care about me or pay any attention to what I was doing. I was not picked on or anything....which is surprising considering that my non-conformist roots were very deeply planted by that time. They knew who I was because, in our community, we all pretty much grew up together. Girl Scouts, softball, dance lessons, and parents in Jaycees intertwined our lives whether we liked it or not. They know my name, but probably cannot recall what activities I was in or what music and stuff I was into. Lest you feel bad for me....they also have NO embarrassing stories to tell. See? It all comes out in the wash.
So I was excited for this reunion. One of my classmates started a Yahoo! group for our class about a year and a half ago just so we could be located and fill each other in on what we were up to. I was a little nervous even posted in the group because I was not sure if the social lines would still exist or to what degree. I think they are still there for some people and to varying degrees, but I felt pretty much accepted from the get go (and, you know, I am part of the aforementioned "past the point where I care" group).
Seeing my former classmates was surreal over and over again. I really have not seen any of these people for 20 years, so I had the shock of some of them not changing one tiny bit and others changing so much I didn't recognize them! We have really aged well, I must say. I had absolutely no idea what to expect....I really don't know how much I have changed, but I have been told that I look young for my age. Well, most of my classmates look young too! (dang...thought maybe I cornered the market on that....). And then there was the whole picnic thing and seeing them with their kids. Little mini-me's! Because I have no concept of what it must be like to be a wife and mother, hearing these miniature versions of my classmates say "mom" or "dad" to them was just WEIRD! And two of my classmates are grandparents. I won't EVEN go into that....
But I must say, as much as I hated high school and the social network that existed, I am really glad I went back for this reunion. People did grow up. Popular and unpopular people mingled. I was actually able to talk to guys I had crushes on (that, of course, went unrequited). I just wish I could go back and tell 15-year-old me that "Yes, your mother is right. Twenty years from now, it really WON'T matter." But 15-year-old me would roll her eyes at 38-year-old me as well....
(P.S. the blog title? Our class song. By Whitesnake. I wish I were kidding....)
Anyway, I did not attend my 10-year because, well, I didn't really feel like being sized up at the time. That is what your 10-year is for. What big time job do you have, what elite university did you graduate from, what impossibly good looking person did you con into marrying you. You know. But your 20-year is different. Hopefully by now we are mostly past all the petty stuff. Or at least we are individually past the point where we care.
I was not a member of the popular crowd. I'm good with that. I was actually very lucky because, while I was not high on the social ladder, they didn't much care about me or pay any attention to what I was doing. I was not picked on or anything....which is surprising considering that my non-conformist roots were very deeply planted by that time. They knew who I was because, in our community, we all pretty much grew up together. Girl Scouts, softball, dance lessons, and parents in Jaycees intertwined our lives whether we liked it or not. They know my name, but probably cannot recall what activities I was in or what music and stuff I was into. Lest you feel bad for me....they also have NO embarrassing stories to tell. See? It all comes out in the wash.
So I was excited for this reunion. One of my classmates started a Yahoo! group for our class about a year and a half ago just so we could be located and fill each other in on what we were up to. I was a little nervous even posted in the group because I was not sure if the social lines would still exist or to what degree. I think they are still there for some people and to varying degrees, but I felt pretty much accepted from the get go (and, you know, I am part of the aforementioned "past the point where I care" group).
Seeing my former classmates was surreal over and over again. I really have not seen any of these people for 20 years, so I had the shock of some of them not changing one tiny bit and others changing so much I didn't recognize them! We have really aged well, I must say. I had absolutely no idea what to expect....I really don't know how much I have changed, but I have been told that I look young for my age. Well, most of my classmates look young too! (dang...thought maybe I cornered the market on that....). And then there was the whole picnic thing and seeing them with their kids. Little mini-me's! Because I have no concept of what it must be like to be a wife and mother, hearing these miniature versions of my classmates say "mom" or "dad" to them was just WEIRD! And two of my classmates are grandparents. I won't EVEN go into that....
But I must say, as much as I hated high school and the social network that existed, I am really glad I went back for this reunion. People did grow up. Popular and unpopular people mingled. I was actually able to talk to guys I had crushes on (that, of course, went unrequited). I just wish I could go back and tell 15-year-old me that "Yes, your mother is right. Twenty years from now, it really WON'T matter." But 15-year-old me would roll her eyes at 38-year-old me as well....
(P.S. the blog title? Our class song. By Whitesnake. I wish I were kidding....)
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